Hathfield shivered, gasped, and her head turned toward him with a huge blush and a sweaty face. Her bottle had been sitting on the table, waiting for a while now, and it was finally time to open it.
Both of her sisters seem to have gotten Arad's attention in their own way, so she was the only one left, and the only thing she got was a bottle of powerful wine. She didn't like her odds, but sadly... she couldn't back away now.
She was shaking, sweating, and looked like a mess.
Looking down at herself, she was so sweaty that her drenched dress was almost translucent, clearly showing that she wore no underwear beneath it. Her optimal plan was to get Arad drunk and then have her way. Wearing only the dress would've made her situation easier.
"My Lord, may I excuse myself for a minute to change? As you can see..." This dress covered nothing now.
